It seemed an age since they had sat on the hill together among the young buds, and she had conjured up the high-reaching buildings of New York against the blue sky, like a mirage.
She had begun to think again.

Alice and Gilbert between them had set her brain working--and she couldn't stop it.

What if the time had come already when she must pull herself together and face facts and play what everybody called the game?
Well, if it had, and she simply couldn't hide behind youthfulness any longer, as Gilbert had said, she would show that she could change her tune of "Who cares ?" to "I care" with the best of them! "I'm only a little over eighteen.

I don't know quite what it is, but I'm something more than pretty.

I'm still not much more than a flapper--an irritating, empty-headed, fashionable-school-fed, undisciplined, sophisticated kid.